The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On the ninth peak, the four sons left. The sadness when they left was not hypocrisy, or the sorrow of their classmates' passing away, or perhaps the weakness of their own destiny.

In the blood stained sword box, the white rainbow oozes blood and murmurs faintly. The sad sound in the sword makes people feel cold unconsciously.

"Sound son" rather Chen sees to not far away is practicing sword of small wench, light voice way.

"What's the matter?" Yiner trots over and asks.

"Can you feel the sound of this sword?" Ning Chen asks a way.

Hearing the words, yin'er comes forward and touches the body of Baihong sword, trying to feel the sound of the sword.

After a long time, yin'er got up with a look of shame and said, "I only hear sad sounds in the sword, but I can't hear the others clearly"

"it's OK"

Ning Chen gently rubbed the little girl's hair and said in a calm tone, "you've only been practicing for a short time. You can realize that these are very powerful. Go on practicing the sword"

"en"

yin'er answered and trotted to the bamboo forest Before, continue to practice sword.

In front of the peak, Ning Chen waves away the blood soaked white rainbow sword and looks at the distant Jiyu peak. The dark eyes flash a little light.

Before Ling Yun left, he seemed to know his fate and why he wanted to leave.

Qi Huan and Ling Luo obviously knew something. Why did they refuse to say it all the time?

How many unknown secrets are hidden in Mohism? What kind of role does Mohist play in it.

Many questions, like a fog around the heart, Ning Chen thought for a long time, can't think of the answer, take back the eyes, step on the foot, swept to the third peak.

After a few breaths, on the third peak, the black clothes show up and step towards the bamboo house on the peak.

The wooden door opened, and there was only a bed and a pair of tables and chairs in the room. It was simple and simple, with nothing else.

Ning Chen looked for a moment, turned his eyes and looked at other places on the peak.

Peak, calm and peaceful, in addition to a field of medicine, other places look nothing unusual.

Medicine field?

Ning Chen brow suddenly a wrinkly, stepped to walk past.

Less than ten feet to see the wide field of medicine, a large plant of medicine grow in it, the smell of medicine, spread ten miles.

It's no secret that the master of the third peak is good at growing herbs. Every one of the hundred big herbs is valuable.

It has been no less than ten times that mortal Royal dignitaries have come to the third peak of Mt. Mohan to ask for medicine. However, Ling Yun, who has always been kind to others, has never agreed to this matter.

Ning Chen looks at the hundred big drugs in front of him. For a moment, for two For a whole hour, I never looked away.

An hour later, Ning Chen's eyes looked at the place where he had been with Lingyun's sword, and a little light flashed in his eyes.

With a light step, the figure flickers very fast, and the strange step is not bad at all. Walking among the hundreds of big herbs, it reproduces every step of Lingyun in the first World War of that day.

The last step out, empty shake, black figure quietly disappeared.

In a strange quiet space, Ning Chen walks out. In front of him, a stone chamber stands in front of him, full of Yin Qi.

Ning Chen steps forward and waves to open the stone gate. In the rumbling vibration, it's a startling scene. On the table in front of him, there are pieces of spirit cards on display, and strange names. Except for two, the others are unheard of.

At the end of the aura, a piece of aura was engraved with the word Lingyun. It was shocking to see that he had set up a aura for himself again.

The penultimate position, Huayang, is clear and dazzling. It's obviously the same person as the tombstone that I met in the mountain behind the ninth peak.

Six tablets, six names, clearly printed in Ning Chen's heart, so heavy.

First peak, second peak, third peak, fourth peak, Ninth peak?

Ning Chen's mind is constantly turning. If these people were once the masters of the peaks, who is the one who comes out?

Zichuan, a strange name, has never been mentioned by Qi Huan and others.

It's hard to figure it out. Ning Chen converges and steps out of the stone room.

In the field of medicine, the void flashed, Ning Chen walked out, and immediately his figure flashed over and swept toward another peak.

On the way to the peak, Mo Zhu opens his eyes and looks at the ninth son who left the third peak. His old eyes are deep and he can't see any waves.

On the eighth peak, Ling Luo Zhen stands on the cliff, with long silver hair dancing in the wind and eyes overlooking the distance.

Just then, black clothes walked out, looked at the woman in front of the cliff, and said, "eighth elder martial sister"

Ling Luo Zhen looked back, looked at the young figure behind him, and said softly, "what's the matter?"

"Who is lvluo?" Ning Chen asks a way directly.

Ling Luo really smell speech, the body a shock, the Mou son flashed the color of disbelief, way, "how do you know this name?"

"Eighth elder martial sister, don't ask me how I know. Can you tell me who this person is?" Ning Chen Mou son tiny MI, way.

"Once the master of the fourth peak" Ling Luo Zhen's tone is heavy.

"Moon bamboo" Ning Chen asks again.

"The master of the second peak" Ling Luo really should say.

Xiang Yuan"The Lord of the first peak"

"Huayang"

"the Lord of the ninth peak"

the names and heavy answers, just like Ning Chen's conjecture, the token makers are all the former masters of the peaks.

"Who is Zichuan?" Ning Chen asks a way.

After hearing the name, Ling Luo Zhen was silent. After a long time, he said, "I don't know very well about this person. It seems that he was once the leader of the seventh peak. However, in general, if the leader of each peak has an accident, no one will inherit him. Why is the seventh peak exceptional? I don't know"

"why won't someone inherit the same peak, and the position of the leader of the ninth peak is not included I don't have two "Ning Chen frowned.

"Your situation is different," Ayano said softly.

"Why?" Ning Chen doesn't understand a way.

"Can't say, you don't ask any more, if possible, you'd better not know all your life," Ayatollah solemnly warned.

Ning Chen's eyes flashed a strange color and politely saluted, "thank you for telling me that younger martial brother has left"

the words fell, Ning Chen didn't stay any longer and turned to leave.

Looking at the figure of the former, Ling Luo sighed softly. Did the Third Elder martial brother leave him any clues? Does the Third Elder martial brother really think that the ninth younger martial brother can change their destiny.

The mountain behind the ninth peak, Ning Chen came out with doubts and swept directly towards the deep forest.

The dense ancient forest is covered with huge trees and the figure in black disappears in a flash.

At the moment when Ning Chen was close to the depth of the dense forest, suddenly, the surrounding air pressure suddenly sank, the sky was pressing down, and the whole ninth peak was shaking.

Chaos shows up, the man with a fierce face behind him is ferocious and terrifying. With a powerful punch, he blows at the intruder.

Ning Chen waves his hand and holds the sword. Tai Shi shows his front and blocks the fist of the former.

"Human beings, it's you again"

the fists and swords collide with each other, and the aftershocks wave around, and the ancient trees fall down, and are broken by the sword Qi and fist strength.

"Chaos, I come to have something to ask you, not to kill with you." Ning Chen says in a deep voice.

"It's unforgivable to break into the secluded forest. Last time, in the face of the old monster, I've let you go. This time, no one can save you," the man said coldly. His fist burst out and forced him to go up again.

Seeing that it was difficult for evil beasts to communicate with each other, Ning Chen's eyes were cold and his sword was swinging. He decided to defeat the enemy with force first and then talk about other things.

The staggering figure, chaos can be amazing, heavy fists sink like ten thousand Jun, one move in one form, the mountain collapses and the ground collapses.

To move can not be shaken, Ning Chen waved a sword to meet move, step around, touch both go, not with it.

In the twinkling of an eye, the men's fists collided with each other, and a powerful force surged out. The next moment, the fists burst out, forcing the soul to kill.

Ning Chen's eyes were fixed and his figure flashed quickly. With a wave of his left hand, the white rainbow sword box appeared. The sword box opened and the thin blade swept out. In a moment, his figure disappeared again and came to the front.

The man's eyes shrank, his fist turned, and roared to the former.

However, the speed of Zhiming is better than that of Zhiming. He turns the blade sideways and twists the blade of Baihong sword around the arm of the former.

"Baihongjian" is a familiar sword. The man is shocked.

"Shua"

as soon as Bai Hong locked the former's arm, the Taishi began to cut it, and the sword broke it. In an instant, blood gushed like rain and dyed red all over the sky.

When the pain came, the man roared, his eyes were full of bloody light, his body changed, and his evil face roared. In the earth shaking sound, he turned into chaos and swallowed up the emptiness in front of him.

"Evil animal!"

On Jiyu peak, master Mo suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to help.

All of a sudden, just at this time, in the distance, a sword came through the air. It was so overbearing that it cut half of the message peak with one sword.

Rumbling tremor, Jiyu peak, countless lines collapse broken, to move mountains, the scene shocking.

"Marquis in purple!"

At this moment, all of you, the four sons of Mormon trembled and their faces were full of incredible color.

Mingming, Mingming, when he was in the Western fairyland, Ziyi Marquis had already died in the hands of hongluan realm king and master. Why did he appear again today?

In the distance, the man who came here looked like he was about 30 years old. He was dressed in purple clothes and full of domineering spirit. He was really the marquis in purple who had already died in the West fairy kingdom.

On the platform, the master of ink looks at the man walking in front of him. There is not much surprise in his old eyes. As soon as he lifts his hand, the colorful glow spreads and stabilizes the shaking earth.

"Old man, I'm not dead, are you satisfied? Today, we'll settle the old and new accounts together"

as we speak, the marquis in purple stepped out, and immediately came to the Taoist platform, a purple sword appeared and cut off.

"It seems that you didn't remember what I said to you"

Mo Zhu whispered and raised his right hand to block the sword.

"Put away your hypocritical face, I'm not the idiot of that year"

in the eyes of the marquis in purple, his hatred is hard to hide, his sword is powerful, his purple sword is shining, and he's powerful and overbearing.The figure of Mo master vacates, a white robe hunts with the wind, raises his hand to fix the situation, and the seven colors run through the sun and the moon.

Seeing this, the Marquis of purple clothes coagulates yuan with his left hand. A rainbow of swords comes out around the sword. The combination of sword technique and immortal technique makes the sword break through the sky.

"Magic, Purple Rainbow runs through the sun"

colorful, Purple Rainbow collides, the terrible afterwave roars out, and the amazing power instantly destroys all the array patterns within a thousand feet around.

A dull hum, Purple Rainbow sword gas through the colorful glow, into the ink body, with a touch of poignant blood.

"Are you surprised, old man? I've been practicing hard for a hundred years, just for today, to accept my fate"

with the sound of words, the figure of the marquis in purple flashed by, and the sword edge condensed the spirit of swordsmen from all directions. With one sword, I broke the sky and forced my life.